Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1887-02-10
Mechacdown, Frederick County, Mayand Thursday Feb 10 1887
At the End Of the Lame.

1t was a shame, thought, that Aunt
Mary, having promised to make me
one of her heirs, should expect me to
pay her a fortnight's visit, ut the same
time issuing commands to nv partner
in the estate for her presence at Deer
ford. Now, had nothing against
MilIy, though she WAS cafroty headed
and freckled, but Aunt Mary's shrewd
old head WAS running in matrimonl.
al groove, and the idea of entering the
harness with young woman-l beg
the sex's pardon-with such tenden.
cy to ngllness was not agreeable to a
young man with a professed abhor.
ence of anything in petticoats.
Behold me, Jack Minton, 30, good
looking, of course-what man Of 80
thinks he is not ?-sett.ed III q small
sized house. smelling strongly Of white
wash, soap and paint. l mentally re-
solved, then and there, to use the old
house for tirewood, once it came into
my possession, and erect on the grounds
which covered some thirty acres Of val.
liable land, substa antial stone resi- :
dence, a country genteman's it would
be, completely fitted for country bach
of social habits and Bohemian exis-
tence.
Ny castle in Spain were knocked in
the head by tho entrance of Jane, the
handmade, propelling Al endless ar
ray of pals ann brooms, enough to sat
isfy the cleanly instincts of Old Moth
er Goose. My masculine soul recoiled
in horror. This window stood tempt
ingy open, and made bolt jumping
lightly the six feet TO fall INTO trap
little inferior to the one had just es-
capped, namely, the hand of my co-part-
ner IN law, and willingly to be by mar
riage. Fastening herself on me, she
gave me a raviShingly look. meant to
bring me to her feet, but failing in its
object through most adorable squint.
How splendid of you to come and
resurrcct me. Do you know what you
remind me OFF,
confessed my inability to call to
mind anything l rcse'nbled but myself
by stupidity staring into space.
"A breath Of pure air, she gurgled,
latter being immured in sitting at
mosphere, and stood transf1ed with
another look.
This struck my fancy, and I grimlv
thought of the country air. aower-lad-
en- and sweet, in comparison with the
atmosphere of the clubs | whistled
softly to hide the laugh her foolishness
provoked.
What are your going to do this
morning {? my tormentor asked, sweet
ly.
"A walk, promptly, as I caught sight
of the very frail, high-heeled French
slippers that my goddess wore.
Then III 20 with you. You walk
along the road slowly, and I will catch
up with YOU
She didn't. When next | saw her
she was flying along the road. raising
terrible dust, and uttering all sorts
of things-my deafness-lm afflicted
little that way sometimes-made ii
impossible to hear, and. Of course,
haven eyes in the back of my head
She limped sous homeward, with far
away oh-to- scratc tch-him expression in
eyes. Here is something / had not bar
gained for, the road ended suddenl y q,
countrJ lanes have knack Of doing,
leaving me staring blankly at the big
farm house at my right, and Catching
a glimpse of the village road, jumped
the low fence, thanking heaven there
was no convenient bulldog in sight.
Another obstacle! : l groaned, be-
fore | reached that road. Sitting on g
gate, sitting and swinging, with her bli
yellow sun bonnet daggling loosel,
from her neck all unconscious Of AN ob
server, was young country girl. A.
she turned, l made sweeping bow
likely enough to bring nod Of sppro.
baton from Lord Chesterfield, ane
very sweety explained the situation
l rather expected to see her limp witt
surprise and bashtulness, but was mis-
taken. The big brown eyes regarded
me with suspicion, l fancied, and be-
gan to feel dlscomforted. She wa
piouant and pretty. | noted grea